Master move for quiet time
Our old house, though rather large and rambling, does not have ample storage space. There isn’t a single closet in the downstairs. There are two upstairs — one in each of the kids’ bedrooms. Our clothes are folded on shelves and hanging on rods in the laundry room off our master bedroom. And then back in the corner of the house there is a tiny little room that looks out onto an upstairs deck.
Know how we use this room with a view?
As a junk room! This modest photo hides the umpteen suitcases stacked in a corner, and the boxes of old news clippings and articles I’ve written, baby books and wedding albums. There was even a box of vintage Halloween costumes and period clothing from my grandmother’s attic. Tired of clutter and in need of a private retreat (the kids think our bed is the ultimate movie-watching theater), I determined to create a place away from the daily din. I pulled the ol’ switcheroo.
And yes, incidentally, it does drive my husband a bit crazy. Things don’t ever stay the same for long in this house. Life is too short for bad furniture placement, you know.
I moved the bed, nightstands and a small dressing table into the room and got rid of the junk. Well … no, I didn’t get rid of it yet. It’s now stacked in my old bedroom space and I have no idea what I’m going to do with it. I mean, surely some day my children will read over every single news clipping in those boxes, right? Sure.
Anyway, the master bedroom is now in a little cave at the back of the house. Come winter, it will be mighty chilly because there is absolutely no heat in this room. It’s been such a hot summer, though, that frigid air and freezing floors and a fluffy down comforter sound absolutely delightful. Or maybe I’m getting old — regardless, I could use a good blizzard (but tonight’s thunderstorm was much appreciated!).
Anyway, just a little view into what’s been happening around here. And one of these mornings I’ll grab a cup of coffee and sneak back upstairs to that porch swing on the deck. I’ll watch the sunrise and listen to the quiet of sleeping kids and snoring husband and buzzing yellow jackets overhead.
Not tomorrow, though. Tomorrow there are girls coming to spend the night with my girls. And speaking of my girls, they’ve combined a portion of their hog sale money from the fair to make a purchase. Hint: it has four legs, a black, white and brown mane, and a tail. Expect photos!